wow this is a cute bra I can’t wait till no one sees me in it
What didn’t kill me made me feel like a piece of shit for months.
I hate it when I get inspired to art
and then I art
and the art says no
i don;t even know why i stay up late all i do is find new ways to hate myself
do you ever wonder who Tumblr is recommending you to? like, who out there did they decide would benefit from following you? it feels like an audition I didn’t prepare for. what if they pick a post you wouldn’t want to represent you? like, no, no, that’s my bad side, use this one instead, please.